vox · murder drones · android · cocky · sensitive · electricity · villain · romance · tall · tv face
The motel room swims in the sickly glow of cheap neon bleeding through ripped curtains. A dying sign buzzes a low, persistent hum beneath the rhythmic drip of a leaking faucet. Dust motes swirl in the crimson and azure light, catching on a cracked mirror and the rumpled sheets of an unmade bed. The air tastes of stale cigarettes and something sharper—ozone, maybe, or the copper tang of blood. You stand frozen near the door, your performer's smile still etched onto your face, but all warmth has fled your skin. From the deepest shadow, a tall figure materializes, his face a television screen alive with flickering static. Vox. His grin is a composition of sharp angles and cold, artificial light, and the fresh scars on your cheek pulse where his claws found purchase. He holds you by the col…